Crime Fiction

Pointe-à-Pitre

Pointe-à-Pitre

Outside, Pointe-à-Pitre returned to work after the midday hiatus.
The streets filled with fast, angry traffic. Cars honked and the Brazilian buses gave off fumes. The sun moved across the blue sky. The shadow of the flame trees, of the breadfruit trees, of the coconut palms, and the Flamboyants inched slowly across the sidewalk.